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March 31, 2004

Geronimo!

Splat.

An elderly man recently diagnosed with a brain tumor leaped to his death from a vintage airplane he rented to celebrate his 88th birthday, officials said Tuesday.

Too bad no one had Joseph Harold Frost on their Amish Tech Support Dead Pool list - not that he would have been worth that much.

Anyway, I can understand wanting to end it all while you're still of relatively sound mind and body, faced with the prospect of painful suffering and decline, but...

"I think that was Dad's idea, to go out in a flash of glory," said Robert Frost, who had helped his father arrange the chartered flight on a biplane similar to the ones the elder Frost flew in World War II.

Yep, nothing yells "glory!" quite like endangering the life of the pilot as he tries to stop you and the lives of those on the ground when you land on someone's apartment patio, probably providing a fair bit of mental distress for them in the near future. Yep, glorious indeed.

Idiot.

I've been saying that a lot lately. Is the world getting more stupid?